I am the Winter Witch of ice and snow
Cursed from birth for reasons I don’t know
I have only one thing I desire
To feel and grasp warmth and fire

The curse does not allow me to touch the fire
It is the only thing I desire
To be warmed by the embers
To be able to produce fire with my hands
And help warm mankind
Instead of freeze them in winter time

My hands are freezing and cold
They are not able to be warmed
So I came up with a spell
That will undo this horrible citadel
The curse will not hold me in it anymore

I call on Hecate the goddess of magic
I call on Chione goddess of snow
I call on Hestia goddess of fire
With you three I will have power
With you three I will get my one desire
I shall say this chant 3 times
For 3 times is good luck
I throw my arms up in the air and begin to chant

Fire, Fire in my hands
Burn, Burn on my command
Burn bright, strong and true
Burn when I most need you
You will burn and warm my hands
So I can do my witchly demands
I will count 1,2,3
Then you will spread warmth in me
You will not stop until I plead
So mote it be

I say it 2 times more
Then I feel the warmth
It spreads from my hands
To my head
It burns brighter and warmer
Till it’s a raging fire
It engulfs me
It does not hurt me but a tree nearby is beginning to catch fire
I then chant my stopping spell

Fire in my hands
You burned on my command
You granted me my one desire
Now I plead that you retire
So mote it be

It ceases now but the tree is still in flames
I call within and find that power of ice and snow are still here
I shoot the ice towards the tree
It diminished the flames for me
It creates a beautiful display
Of fire encased in ice

I am the Winter Witch
I now got my wish
But now I have both ice and fire
I have no more desires